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You hate it here--" "But it will be different when we are married," she said gently.
Surely it _would_ be different when they were alone together in their own home without the perpetual irritation of Isobel's malicious little thrusts and Lady Gertrude's implacability?
"My God, yes! It'll he different then.

I shall have you to _myself_!" "Your mother ?" she questioned, a thought timidly.
"She--and Isobel--will go to the dower house.

No"-- reading her thoughts--"they won't like it.

They don't want to go.